Mira sighed and drew circles in her sketchbook. She pressed her cheek against her cool desk and drew circles in her sketchbook.

Today was her day off and everyone else was at work. Originally, Mira wanted to finish some oil paintings she never got around to doing, but the moment she left her bed, she lost the effort to do so. Now, sitting at her desk with unfinished projects looking over her, she drew circles in her sketchbook. She tried making them into forms but ended up with a hot abstract mess and she ripped the page out and threw it to the floor. She was met with earlier sketches from her sketching class of male and female forms.

Curious, Mira rummaged around and found her sketchbooks from high school, wondering how they compared from her first year of seriously studying anatomy. Unsurprisingly, Mira’s university sketches were better. But, there was a stylistic quality to her earlier work. Better line work, appreciation for exaggeration.

Mira blinked at one sketch of a naked male leaning against a window. Laughter bubbled up. The reference photo for this one was from a porno. High school Mira was thirsty. University Mira was thirsty as well, but didn’t make a sketchbook dedicated to the kinks she had.

“Where was that one, anyway?” Mira laughed. Intrigued, she got up from her seat and wandered through her room. She probably hid it from her other roommates and found it crammed in her closet inside another book. It was a thin sketchbook, consisting of only twenty pages that were covered with body studies of women and men engaging in sexual acts. Mira laughed at some of them, amused at how shameless she was drawing these back in the day. There was a page for threesomes, a page for robe-binding and a page for male lingerie.

Mira paused on the page, looking at a male in a babydoll. She looked at another wearing a garter. She glanced at a couple making love in the corner, both wearing bralettes, thigh highs and chokers.

Mira thought about Deimos. She didn’t mean to, but he was the first man that came to mind. She pondered about the times she’s seen him wear bralettes and bras, and realized she’s only seen him wear panties once. She couldn’t even consider her “seeing” it, but more like “feeling” it when she was groping Deimos’ ass.

The girl blushed at the thought. Even though she promised Raven and her friends to stop suppressing and avoiding stressful situations, she avoided and pretended the little heated bout with Deimos never happened. Deimos did as well and both of them did have an awkward period where Mira didn’t feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed as Deimos anymore. That flew out the window when Mira passed out on top of him after her exams though, and everything has gone back to normal. Or at least on the surface for Mira.

Sighing, Mira closed her sketchbooks, got out of her chair, locked her door and slipped into her bed. She couldn’t stop herself.

Lazily, she grabbed her headphones that were hanging on her headrest and clicked them into her phone. Hiding underneath her sheets, she scrolled through her bookmarks and tapped one particular link.

Mira couldn’t stop herself.

The link loaded up. Just from the thumbnail, anyone could realize how far in deep Mira was with Deimos. She popped in her earbuds and lowered the volume. Then, she calmly tapped on the video and let it play.

Moans came out of her headphones. Wet, raw slaps came next. The first frame of the video was a pale, hairless man dressed in a babydoll and thigh highs being rammed deep with a thick cock. His voice was effeminate and whiny. His face was twisted in sick pleasure. His legs were spread wide open and revealed his pink cock that bobbed as his partner fucked him deep. He begged desperately for his partner to fuck him faster and harder, screaming out when he pushed in deep and rolled his hips delectably and slowly, the complete opposite of what he wanted. His thighs twitched and body snapped as he took the other man in so deeply, his pink hole gaping wide when he pulled out for the viewers.

Mira swallowed thickly, feeling wet between the thighs already. The male in lingerie was pretty. He had a nice athletic body and a delectable round ass, his body shape overall similar to Deimos’. His moans were loud and livid, his face expressive and words honest. His high-pitched whines sounded similar to Deimos’ as well. If it weren’t for the pale skin and brown hair, the boy in the video would be identical to Deimos, which was one of the reasons this random video from an explicit porn site was buried in her bookmarks.

Sighing, Mira lazily slipped her hands into her sweatpants and touched herself. Personally, she felt no burning intent to masturbate right now, no ultimate need to pleasure herself, but did it just because. She was bored and lazy and tired. No one was home also and she wouldn’t have a perfect chance like this for a while. She just wanted to feel something, and that something built up quickly in her as she pleasured herself further and deeper.

After a few friendly bouts of teasing, the dominating man in the video finally gave what the pretty boy wanted and rammed him deep, the bed they stretched across creaking loudly as they did. The pretty boy couldn’t supress his moans and screamed out, body jolting in ecstasy as the topping man rammed straight onto his prostate. His body started to convulse, the male ready to cum any second now, and hastily latched onto his partner for a bruising kiss. Their breaths were quick and shaky as their tongues swirled around each other, and lips popped when they separated. Suddenly, his partner roughly pinned him to the bed, palms flat on his chest, and fucked him even harder and deeper before.

With every punishing blow to the pretty boy’s prostate, Mira rubbed her clit through her panties, loving the roughness of the fabric. She tried to time her little rubs to the thrusting of the dominant man, trying to find some intimacy with the video. She was wet, incredibly wet, from watching the intense display on her phone. The two men were erotic and beautiful, and their pace kept getting faster and faster, which meant Mira rubbed her little button faster and faster.

She knew she was approaching her limit and suddenly stopped touching herself, an unintentional gasp leaving her lips. Her hips shook and pussy throbbed, the sensation taking over her for a moment before she teased herself again. She wanted the sensation to last more than just a measly minute, even though every dull second just made her more and more sensitive.

Roughly, the pretty boy’s partner in the video grabbed both his hands and pinned them above his head, leaving the male’s chest unprotected and free for his partner’s lips to roam. He devoured his pink nipples, making the latter scream out. He was at his tipping point as well and begged his partner to let him come, both of them gyrating and grinding against each other shakily. Their voices were high-pitched and uncontrolled, both males too invested in the overwhelming pleasure that took over all rational thought. At this moment, they were one and had one plan in mind.

Hastily, Mira scrubbed her clip hard and moaned out, flinging her head back and back snapping upward. She couldn’t control her body anymore and her thighs shook as she came, fingers still pressing hard against her clit until she was oversensitive and a writhing mess. The video left her line of sight and she closed her eyes, imagining Deimos in front of her. She could still taste and smell him. She could still feel the shape of his ass and cock in her hands. She could still feel the hardness of his nipples on her tongue.

God, she remembered how he moaned out her name.

Mira bit her lip to stop herself from crying out and continued to punish her oversensitive clit. Her toes stretched, thighs shook and pussy throbbed. She felt more and more wetness stain her underwear, she felt heat dripping out of her. Then, she stopped and her whole body jolted and she came again, this time the sensation twice as powerful and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning and shaking and cumming. The high went for longer than expected, a high that felt like centuries passed as she squirted and came underneath her hot sheets, and immediately after she crashed down to earth with a thud.

She gasped and gasped and gasped, mind and body throbbing from her sudden violent bout. She needed a moment.

The moment went on forever.

Her hands were shaking when she locked her phone and Mira laughed at herself.

“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Mira,” she said out loud. Groaning, she stared at the ceiling and let the rest of the aftershocks of pleasure moving through her subside away until she was just left with weaker legs and a sensitive pussy.

Instead of being a normal person and wash up, Mira lied in bed for a while just staring up at her plain ceiling. She was even more tired now.

How many times has this happened since the stupid Incident?

How many times has she touched and pleasured herself at the thought of Deimos in lingerie? How many times has she subjected him to her nightly fantasies or morning daydreams? How many times has she masturbated and right after hung out with him, her body throbbing for more?

What the hell is wrong with her?

She felt like an animal in heat, dying for a mate. She hasn’t felt this way in a long time and it terrified her in a way. Her bedroom life and outside life felt like it was melding together, reds and blues turning into unwanted purples. What she had just done has to stay inside this room and not leak out again. She can’t think of Deimos that way. She can’t fantasize. She can’t long for him.

It’s just going to get messy again.

Suddenly, amidst her silent contemplation time with the ceiling and herself, her phone sprang to life and rang a distinctive ringtone that was only for one person.

“Deimos,” Mira said after she picked up. Her heart pounded against her chest. Her body still hasn’t recovered from her lazy turned frantic masturbation session and her mind won’t recover for at least a day. Her hips involuntarily twitched when he said her name.

“Mira.”